Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Pole,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Fear,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.